I only wished to become something beautiful [Completed]

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Character(s): Lenne, Sinspawn, Karst, Shuyin
Content: Lenne says hello to Paixao
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: Sinspawn decides to welcome Lenne... in a way.



The darkness had become overwhelmingly loud. And in the darkness she became acutely aware of a sharp pain... her tail bone?... What the?...

Returning consciousness was... not fun, to say the least. Slowly Lenne became aware of every part of her body, nerves, aching muscles, the sharp pain of air re-entering lungs unused for hundreds of years. Almost more painful were the flooding memories, her mind rebuilding itself... her last memories the most vivid, and infinitely the most brutal. Remembered fear swept over her, she could feel the aches in her legs from running, lungs heaving... the look in his cold blue eyes, love mingled with deep regret... the gunshots echoed painfully through her mind... A shrill scream ripped from her throat.... Wait, I didn't scream.....

Her eyes shot open, and she swiftly shut them again tight, the unexpected bright light causing her eyes to water, along with the sudden pain of a raw throat. She waited there a moment, letting her eyes slowly adjust, now aware she was sitting, knees hugged tightly to her chest. Her eyelids crept open bit by bit to reveal an unfamiliar landscape. Waving grasses, bright sunlight, and upon turning her head to the left she found a strange domed city, long lines of people waiting to get in, or so it seemed. Also, her Summoner's staff lay beside her. Then the inevitable, "Where... am I?"

She picked up her staff and stood swiftly, and wavered, shaking her head a moment to clear the dizziness, and shrugged lightly, walking slowly to join the line nearest her, brushing the dirt and dried plant-parts off of her skirt. "If only this is the gate to the Farplane... nah..." Her mind wandered, the others around her just fleeting, instantly forgotten memories, none leaving a lasting impression. A few moments later, she found herself greeted by the nondescript Caucasian presently doing their job.

"Your name, Miss?"

"Le-" she coughed suddenly, clearing her throat, her face flushing softly. "Lenne," she finally answered. "Sorry, been a while since I--"

"Welcome to Paixao," she was interrupted, "Here is a map of the city and your journal. Enjoy your stay." She took the items offered her, and at that she was ushered within the domes. She shook her head sadly. "Such emotionless eyes."

Her own eyes wandered the sights before her, large domes, an artificial sky, everything seemed hyper-real. "Well... it beats being... dead." But who's to know I'm not...

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Lenne growled as her staff was finally wrenched from her hands, tentacles wrapping around wrists and she struggled to free herself; she began to mutter under her breath once more, eyes glaring harshly at the spawn she was entangled by.

She did her best to refocus her energies, eyes harsh even though she felt trapped, and once again glared fire and brimstone at the fiend, almost literally, as the cry of "FIRE!" escaped her lips once more, this time more confident that the desired effect would come to be...

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Death. Life. Both had come. Apparently, both had gone. Shuyin could feel his body reforming itself. Bones became solid, tendon and sinew wrapped themselves around bone, muscle tissue, organs forming. Shuyins conciousness observed all of this, his spirit calmly speculating that if he could feel this, it might....

A silent scream erupted from Shuyins mine as his spirit reconnected with his body. The rest of the process, a blur. Until finally, Shuyin found himself whole, alive once more.

But why?

"Le....nne....." His voice cracked, weak through a thousand years of unuse. With a growl, Shuyin tried again. "Lenne. LENNE."

A strange city sprawled out beneath Shuyin. He was....descending? Nearly falling through the sky. A smiling man was....floating next to him. "Here. This is your journal, and your map of the city. Please enjoy your stay!"

Then the man was gone. A confused Shuyin stared down at the journal and map, then stored them in his pouch, muttering. "Guess that beats being completely lost."

Something pinged inside of Shuyins head then, a thought, a memory. "Lenne!" He whispered excitedly.

With barely a whisper Shuyin landed, back to Lennes, a wry smile on his face as he turned his head. "Need a hand, beautiful?"